On Saturday we woke up to the sad sight of Hamlet the hamster very obviously dead in his cage. Obviously, Katrine was very upset about this with a lot of tears in the morning. So we made him a little coffin from a biscuit box (a bit long but it was the best we had) and they both decorated it and Katrine wrote a poem on it.

Hamlet Hamlet

By far the best hamster ever

So young and strong he died

We’ll all miss him so

Then we had to say goodbye to our little furry friend. We may not have had him long but we were all attached to him and it was said to have him die so young.

But, it good old royal succession tradition, when one hamster pops his clogs the only thing to do is go back to the store and get another one.

He is a very friendly winter white (possibly a pearl one as it is quite early in the year to have the white coat, we will have to wait and see if he turns brown in the spring) who loves running on his wheels and so far seems to sleep very little, every time you go into Katrine’s room he is awake and looking at you. Bizarrely for a hamster straight home from the shop he will walk onto your hand to be picked up and will happily sit there and run around you hands.

Here he is a blur of motion on his wheel.

So now we have a happy Katrine again, eight years olds are very robust.